DS Coremans

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Too much. Much too much. It is all too much.

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Author’s Note:

This poem was used as inspiration for today’s Poetry Prompt. I wrote it late last night, or early this morning depending on how you look at it. The words swirling around my head distracting me as I tried to sleep, I threw them onto the page in hopes that there they would stay, at least long enough to rest.

DSC 08/02/2021

Picture Used Taken: Skye, Scotland (April, 2010) ©DSCoremans